#*son hak

[raftel]

[lulasai]

Rest time is over! We’re heading for Sei!

[erachiiii]

Happy & Hungry Official art redraw cause I finished catching up on yona of the dawn and it's still the best manga ever made

[rorronoa]

[gugug4g4]

Hero vs Villain

The Antagonist Soo-won in the manga is the "I'll save the world for you" type of guy. Basically every hero ever. He loved his dad, so he became the king who saved the Kingdom just as his dad wanted him to.

The main protagonist Hak on the other hand is the "I'll burn the word down to save her" type guy. Classis villain. He killed anyone trying to harm Yona to save her life on the day of the regicide. He would kill anything and anyone for Yona.

Yet, we love Hak and Yona, cheered for their growth and development and was appalled by Soo won's betrayal. I just adore how Mizuho Kusanagi plays with perspective. Akatsuki no Yona was a villains perspective all along. From the beginning, she was the spoilt princess of a selfish king leading a kingdom to ruin. Hak knew this, being a generals son, he was very aware how how things were outside the castle but he didn't care, if it meant Yona would be happy.

[murasaki-cha]

THINGS HAVE BEEN TOO SAD AND DEPRESSING FOR TOO LONG I MISS THE SILLIES!!

[soo-won]

Scan and rescan of a bunch of Yona/Hana to Yume freebies!

In order:

Animate bromide for HtY issue 22/2023

Animate bromide for HtY issue 12/2023

Cover and backcover of the notebook of HtY Issue 21/2024

Sexy bromide of Hak of HtY issue 17/2024

Animate bromide for HtY issue 17/2024

Feel free to use

[hanasnx]

thinking about hak fucking me dumb on his cock. folding me in half before stuffing me full. fucking me till my head is completely empty. only thing my poor dumb brain could process is the feeling of him stretching me out. the sound of his hips smacking against me. those sweet coos of praise as he makes me cum over n over. talking me through it, the room heady n thick w the scent of sex, bodies tacky w sweat, stuck together tightly while he rocks into me n im starry eyed, cumming on his cock w panted whimpers, n hes just nuzzled into my hairline to whisper encouragement of how fucking good i feel n im doing so well, cumming so pretty for him, while his arms flex n his abs tighten at how hard im creaming around him

take a bow.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: you don't know what you did to me with this one anon. i loved this fucking inbox message. god thank you like oh my god i cant believe it WARNINGS: fem reader | dom hak | explicit sexual content | established relationship | overstimulation | multiple orgasms | p in v.

HAK isn’t especially talkative during sex, save for the occasional comment that always has your insides begging to be screwed. Instead, he fills that silence with the language of his body, ardently conveying his desires as he folds you in half with his hands on your thighs. However, this is an exception. "H-Hak!" you choke out, but he lovingly hushes you, stroking your hair as he feeds his cock into your exposed hole from the position.

"Hold it right there for me, princess, don't move a muscle." he tells you with awe in his eyes and haste in his movements, introducing you to just the tip of him to let you get comfortable. You nod to him with artificial determination, squeezing your eyes shut as you adjust to him. His length is not only formidable, but his girth leaves nothing to be desired, thickly rutting into you to hollow out a place for himself. "Takin' it so good, baby, you want some'ore?" he murmurs in encouragement, and you nod again with a little whimper. A warm hand spans the base of your stomach, and you peep, peeling your eyes open as he holds your gaze with such a casually comforting expression. "Relax." he orders, but it's not a command, it's a strong suggestion. You breathe in deeply, and slack as much as you can while his hips swing in and out.

Gradually, and with a lot of groundwork, Hak is able to sheathe, and you're limp as a doll. A callused thumb affectionately strokes at your clit, puffy from stimulation. "Poor thing had to cum a couple times just to get me in, huh?" he taunts with a couple flicks of his hips, bobbing your whole body with such minuscule force. You whine from his cruelty paired with the stinging pleasure of being filled, clutching tight around his neck as he bites at your lobe. He had half a mind to warn you he's gonna go harder now, but you wouldn't verbally react anyway. Instead, he sets a regular pace, and moans in your ear from low in his throat, showing you how good you feel. The quiet is filled with the sound of his cock plunging into your gooey center, the smack of skin on skin as he harvests his own pleasure from the throes of this bed, using your brainless body to do it. He's thinking of you, thinking of how to make you feel good, watching you intently in the dull light as your mouth hangs open and your eyes flutter closed, and in turn it sends a rush through him. He renders you practically lifeless as a sex toy with just the efforts of his cock pistoning into you.

It's not long before you're cumming again, all it takes is a little tickle to your clit as he fucks you. Cream oozes out from around his cock, your hole pulsing around his shaft, but he doesn't let up. Your walls are overstimulated, but you're so far gone you let him do whatever he wants, it doesn't matter what it is. You want him to use you. "Oh, yeah, baby. Just like that." he talks you through it, keeping up a steady pace with the roll of his thumb over your clit, letting you ride it out your full body spasms. "You're so easy. Feel like I could just do this." Leisurely, he moves in you while he toys with your sensitive bud, observing your reactions as you appear as though you're reaching another orgasm. "Fuck, princess, how many is that already? Wanna do a couple more?" For the first time, you're able to gain autonomy of your own anatomy, clutching at him wherever you can reach to meekly shake your head. "No?" he confirms, amused. A wolfish grin stretches onto his lips as he cruelly tests you, his deft finger curls and straightens over your clit, swiping at it in a harsh manner.

"You're being mean!" you whine, banging your fist against his chest.

"You could make it harder for me, you know."

"Hak!" you chide and he snickers at you.

"I'll be nicer. I'll be nicer." he concedes, lowering himself to encase you with his body, sweetly moving his hips to sheathe and unsheathe completely. You pant over his shoulder, tangling your fingers in his hair to ground yourself as he drives his cock into you. The room is heated by your efforts, and your skins are tacky with sweat, the salt mixing with saliva as he leaves a series of passionate open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck. "I can't get over how good you feel, never felt anything like it." he speaks against your shoulder, ending it with a generous lick. "Where've you been all my life, huh? Where's this cunt been hiding?"

There's a familiar tenseness in your stomach that lets him know another one is brewing, and he doesn't dare upset the pace. He keeps talking to you, pulling back for better leverage as you meet his gaze with stars in your eyes. A dreamy smile curls the corners of your mouth as you feel that sweet warmth bloom in your body, nearing you to the edge. "Cum for me, pretty girl, wanna see you do it one more time." With that, you release, more powerful than before. Your back arches off the bed, and protectively he holds you through it, pressing you chest to chest with him as he licks your insides with the head of his cock. Your sweet cream spurts out from around him, dripping to the covers as nuzzles your damp hairline. His hard body against yours, you can feel his every muscle, but he's gentle when he coos praises about how good you did for him.

[who-can-touch-my-boob]

Rewatching Yona of the Dawn (also realised the anime came out 10 years ago???) But anyway, I’m definitely going to read the manga since it was cancelled after season 1.

And yeah, you guys assumed right - this is actually a Sanemi post in disguise. Because Hak, the hunk in the anime/manga is so fucking Sanemi coded. They speak in similar tone, both rough but kind, Hak is something-something wind tribe and Sanemi is the wind pillar.

I’m also reading the manga after watching the one season anime because I know it’s most likely a little filthy (raises a suggestive eyebrow).

Like damn they both just carry their weapons in the same manner.

OH! Btw, I also highly recommend anyone who hasn’t watched Yona of the Dawn to do so, I remember loving it back when it came out in 2014 and was devastated it didn’t get more seasons.

[emotional-support-waterbottle]

digital art attempt 2! happy hungry bunch sleepover. idk if this is canon or in my modern bodyguard AU

supplies: pencil sketch, clip studio

[stardvstbby]

There is so much emotion coming from Hak in this interaction. He’s mad on SooWon’s behalf because the man is both sick and injured yet insisted on wearing heavy armor. He’s uncomfortable that he cares this much about SooWon so he hides his face to try and distance himself. Hak isn’t very good at being honest about how he feels and can’t bring himself to actually chastise SooWon for pushing himself, but he also can’t stop himself from doing something when someone he cares for is in pain. This results in Hak awkwardly blurting out an order to someone he’s always been aware of as having a higher status than him - this also means he views them more as equals now, in a way he wasn’t able to before.

And then there’s SooWon. He accepts Hak’s direction without any pushback, when with everyone else he’s been stubborn in fulfilling his duty to the extreme. I think it’s because he knows Hak isn’t preventing him from continuing but rather accommodating him so that he can keep going. The armor is symbolic of their vulnerability, and the fact that not only does Hak assist him in removing it without hesitation or gripe but also that SooWon actually reached out for help is such a beautiful moment for these two. Hak is allowed a physical action as a display of his care so he can more easily segue into an emotionally sensitive conversation (words are hard, people), and SooWon opens the door for collaboration by taking the first step in accepting his weakness and asking for help.

[sunwhispers]

i might be late to the party, but lately i got into akatsuki no yona and binge-read through the entire manga there is. i'm away from home with only a pc and a mouse as my tools, but that won't stop me from drawing my brainworms. yona kitty and hak kitty!

[hazemaru24]

💖 Perfect Match 💙

[This is a commission work, please do not use!]

Commissioned by @/different_distractions on instagram, this design will be available as an enamel pin on their store~ 🥰  

[mx-sinisters]

sin’s twelve days of christmas gifts; 2023

son hak ❄ happy holidays @zuura

[rorronoa]

[yorsgirl]

Love is a Curse

Trope: Angst

Warnings: none

Word Count: 818

He is perfect.

Fingers threads through your hair, abruptly stopping when you question: would you be sad if I die?

His eyebrows knit together, he stares at you with confusion - you aren't dying.

You want to smile, if I do?

I won't let you.

He is a man of few words, it's often not he expresses himself but when he does, your chest rumbles with an emotion you certainly know about.

I am never letting you go. You're stuck with me forever.

You know he's right. You truly are stuck with him forever.

.

He is like dopamine.

Touches aren't what you expected them to be. You know the touch even with his presence or absence.

They belong to you after all.

It's his name you chant, his name you say. Whether they be alone or in middle of a crowd. Your mind screams his name, always. The fantasies you stage revolves around him, always.

Everything he does leaves you wanting more.

You tell him this one very night, lying in your bed. He listens, he knows. He is there every night, every time, every second. He knows.

But he doesn't answer.

You close your eyes, then you hear him say.

So do I, for you.

.

Distraction doesn't work.

You try to. You really do.

You try using apps, moving to your people, your friends, your teachers, your family. They don't help at all. And you are down the rabid hole again.

Then you are running to him.

He scolds you, still taking you back with open arms. Chiding you for even trying to believe what they said.

Arms wrapped tight against your body, you cry silent tears hearing words so endearing. You don't deserve this.

He knows what you are thinking. You deserve everything, my love. The stars, the moon, the sun, the world... I will give you what you want. I am yours.

Why does he do this? Doesn't he know it has you falling for more?

He is cruel.

.

It's on days you want to comfort him.

You see him again. You read him again. As always.

There is a smile on your face and your chest is rumbling with that emotion again. You almost can't stop your squeal.

But then you see him in despair, in pain.

And it hurts you seeing him hurt. Emotional or physical, it doesn't matter. It hurts seeing him hurt.

You want to reach out and comfort him. But you can't.

.

Everyone tells you, you shouldn't be this devoted.

You can only answer that you can't.

Your devotion can never measure up to his. His affection, his tenderness, his devotion... his love. They are immeasurable for you.

But he is consumed with darkness. They say.

They fail to understand that you love his darkness as much as his light. For in your darkness, only he sits with you. Only he knows about it.

The parts they see as ugly and unlovable, are the very parts he said he loves the most about you when you said it to him.

Plugging the earphones on, you hear his voice again on the other end.

Did you forget me, pretty? You aren't calling lately, or did you find someone else? Nah, can't be. You have to get rid of me before that.

And getting rid of me isn't that easy.

You hate how he knows so much about you.

.

The men around you are... nice.

And it's just that. They are nice.

Some of them better than the other, some worse. And you know, you can live with one of them, one day.

But it feels wrong.

Thinking about other guys feels wrong.

Its foolish of you to even think you can ever replace him with one of them. Even when the touch of another on your skin repulses you.

And at the end of the day, its just that - they are nice.

Then you question:

Can they ever understand you like him? Can they ever know you like him? Can they ever accept all the darkness about you like him? Can you ever love you like him? Can they ever be him?

The answer is clear.

Hence, you are running back to him. He accepts you with open arms.

He is your home, regardless of what he does.

He tells you that, It is fine. I will never let you go, pretty. You are mine.

And that's what you want to be. His.

.

You open your eyes.

You see the ceiling, you are in your room.

Love is a curse. It has you falling for him in every way possible. And it's him, that you want. You wonder if you'll get over him.

You want to laugh. Who are you kidding? It's been years.

You smile, a single tear rolls down your eyes. The realization hits you again, like every other day.

You love him. You want him. But you can't.

You exist. He doesn't.

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Sukuna Ryomen, Gojo Satoru, Kageyama Tobio, Shoto Todoroki, Bakugo Katsuki, Son Hak, Loid Forger.

A/N: uhm, this is very close to me and the characters mentioned are just my faves with whom fantasize the most, you can imagine your other fav in place of them too

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Thank you for reading.